Prisoners here are in paradise. American people are very good. Really. They give us three meals, juice, fruit and everything! My God! Here they [i.e. the Arab detainees] bother me everyday, every time. Now about 30 months to this day, they bother me. They call me a hypocrite. They call me a spy. You have to say, 'thank God!' I thank you for America! If you are in a Taliban prison, they do not treat you well. Here we are in paradise. It is 100% paradise. Yes, really. Thank you.
We must really be torturing him if he has Stockholm Syndrome that badly. Another sad case, from another admitted Taliban:
I'm very happy with the Americans. I don't blame the Americans for capturing me. I blame someone who reported me; I got captured because of him.
The name-calling can be very trying, apparently. One prisoner wrote to his brother (wait: I thought we weren't allowing these guys contact with the outside world?)
Everything's OK in Guantanamo. It's just that sometimes some of the guards are OK with us, and some are saying things to us, calling us names like camel-rider and raghead.
And then there's the dread Skippy treatment. In a list of abuses which have caused him "mental stress and pressure," one prisoner complains he:
had his peanut butter eaten by a guard "right in front of him."
Personally, I don't believe any Taliban ever heard the expression "mental stress and pressure" before some Western lawyer got into the act. But still, eating a man's peanut butter. My kids do that to each other every day --and you know how cruel kids can be. Curtsy to Tim Blair.
UPDATE: same story, great headline
